This self-love is the instrument of our preservation; it resembles the provision for the perpetuity of mankind: it is necessary, it is dear to us, it gives us pleasure, and we must conceal it.
Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause.
Man is free at the moment he wishes to be.
The truths of religion are never so well understood as by those who have lost the power of reason.
Let us work without theorizing, tis the only way to make life endurable.
